Sigh, this is getting old. I called in sick to work on Friday and basically spent the whole day lying on the couch moaning (and finishing Baby, I'm Yours). I subsisted on dry toast and water. I felt like a limp dish rag. But I somehow managed to get some sleep Friday night, and woke up feeling pretty good on Saturday. We ran errands. We went out to lunch. And well, you can guess what happened after that. After a lunch that wasn't dry toast, I started feeling puny again. I soldiered on. I told myself I had turned the corner. Then I got the migraine from Hell last night, didn't sleep again, and spent this morning sitting on my bathroom floor examining how clean my toilet is (the verdict = not bad but not great). So my theory that I had a 24-hour stomach bug turned out to be a pretty crappy one.
Believe it or not, I would really like to go into work on Monday and, oh I don't know, get some actual work done. Maybe if I spend another day moaning on the couch and whining to The Boyfriend (I'm a horrible sick person, I'm a big enough person to admit it), I can get in at least half a day. Blah.